The Shopping Trip

Karen felt helpless in handcuffs with her wrists locked behind her, wobbling in high heels. It was like she was tripping through a bad dream in a grungy hall with a heavy-handed oaf guiding her with left hand squeezing her right upper arm, steering her like a river barge. She couldn't move freely with him holding her so rigidly.

"I can't walk like this!" she protested, dragging a heel noisily "You're wreaking my heels. Don't push me!" but he kept his grip.

With head cast down she watched her pointed toes swing back and forth as she wobbled on four inch heels having gone rubber kneed after she signed the confession.

"Oh God." she whispered closing her eyes to escape if only for a blink. "How will it be?" she wondered.

She had dressed so very carefully this morning, conservative gray suit, tall gray pumps and purse to match, large purse, very important. She had picked this outfit for another of her "little adventures."

Karen Curtis, the wife of a very successful young Los Angeles businessman, was happy with him, but had become jaded finding her lady friends boring. Lunches at "the club" only gave her weight worries. Golf was frustrating and gave her fits. You could just do so much aerobic exer- cise.

"No children." She had stipulated. Excitement was what she wanted and quite by accident discovered shoplifting when she had left her credit cards at home and found a small ring she wanted more than anything, so she stole it! And, not only did she get a free ring, but a feeling of exhilaration unlike anything she had ever experienced!

What started innocently enough had become a regular caper and it was like Karen to become very good at anything she chose, including crime. She had everything down to the last detail: The businesswoman suit, the fashionable, but conservative pumps with black soles instead of tan, as they would attract less attention going away, but still project the picture of a pampered "princess" in pretty pumps.

"Pump power." she said aloud she bought them at Magnins and the lady clerk heartily agreed, but something had gone wrong on this day as Karen sadly learned that while she had become very good at stealing, the store security personnel had gotten even better at catching thieves.

She had taken two more rings and as she was strutting out of the store to admiring male glances when a man grabbed her wrist, clamped it in a handcuff and just as quickly grabbed the other! There she was like a common criminal, wrists pinioned behind her stumbling back to the store.

"You're even prettier in real life than on TV." said Chief Security officer Jack Smith as Karen was dumped on the hard chair without ceremony. Then she saw her image on the screen of a small television set, stealing in living color.

"Oh dear." she said.

"This'll get you a year in the county jail, but with time off for good behavior you'll be out in six months. Then there's the lawyer, the fine..."

"No." she interrupted in a shrill voice. "No, I'll pay, I'll do anything..."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

"OK," he replied, pulling a form from his desk drawer. "We have a little program here that is designed to break you of your shoplifting habit, but it costs $500. Is that a problem for you?"

"No."

"I thought not."

"All you have to do is sign this paper, give us a major credit card, and we'll get on with it."

"What is the program?" she asked putting pen to ink.

"It's called Aversion Therapy and Treatment, or we call it "AT&T. Sort of has a nice ring, don't you think."

"Aversion?"

"Yes."

"Electric shocks?"

"No."

"What?"

"This." and he pulled out a two foot long paddle.

"Oh!" she exclaimed with shock.

"This will teach you not to shoplift."

"How do you know?"

"Lie detector."

"We paddle 'til you pass."

"What if I don't pass."

"You will, they all do. It may take a while, but you will."

Karen felt a cold rush of fear shudder through her body and soul. With trembling hand, while nervously looking at the beautifully finished board, she signed, but wouldn't recognize her own signature. That done, he led her down the hall brusquely.

"I'm going to leave you with your AT&T coordinator." he said as they arrived at the door marked "AT&T Program."

"Hello, I'm Gwen, your coordinator." the fat fiftyish woman announced, "How are you dearie?"

Gwen was a natural enemy for Karen. Every department store has them, the kind that call every young woman "honey" or "dearie" or "sweetie," and now this fat-breasted battle- ship had total power over Karen and she trembled.

"I've been better..." she said quietly.

"Now let me remove those handcuffs, dearie. Come here and sit down, honey, so we can plan your program." She directed Karen to a couch where the two ladies sat before coffee table on which was placed a large scrapbook. She opened it, saying:

"We have some nice choices with period or theme costumes." and the first seen was headlined "English School Girl."

"This is very nice, but it's only popular with teachers, for some reason."

"Teachers shoplift?"

"We get more of them than any kind! And, with this you can be caned instead of paddled. The English people we catch seem to prefer that." and she smiled turning to the page headlined "Magician's Assistant"

"This is very nice, all satin, but it is actually a corset and makes the spankings really frightening when you can't get breathe, but the girls who chose this usually get through the program very quickly."

"Why do I have to buy this stuff?"

"Well we can't put "spanking" on your credit card can we, so we sell you a fancy outfit and throw in the spanking for free." she explained smiling.

"How long is the program?"

"Oh, normally not more than five or six sessions, but these girls sometimes get through in two!" she said, then turned the page to "Lady of the Night."

"This is our Hooker costume. Very short skirt, very high heels and very popular with your set." and then she turned to "Cocktail Waitress." Karen blinked.

"This is our least popular outfit, but I think it's nice. You won't get any tips, though." she said laughing at her own joke.

"Then we have Joan of Arc, all in white, including the shoes with five inch heels, not authentic for the period but dramatic when you're walking to "The Stake" which we have for this one. You're tied to it butt facing outward an spanked with a leather paddle. The real benefit is that it's a spanking dress and your butt isn't bare."

"Does it help?"

"Reduce the sting?" Gwen asked.

"Yes."

"No, the buttocks are wet with alcohol spray that makes it sting even more, but it's still popular." Then she turned to the page headlined, "Marie Antoinette."

"For an additional $200 you can be Marie Antoinette and the spanking is done while you're kneeling and locked in a simulated guillotine." Karen shook her head "No." and she turned to the page headlined "Scarlet O'Hara."

"This is another $200 extra outfit and the paddle is made from magnolia wood. A nice touch, don't you think? And, for an extra $50 you can be paddled by a black man in a red cutaway coat."

"I think I'll take The Hooker."

"Somehow I thought so." she affirmed, "Now we need to pick your paddle." she said as she stood, "But I must put you back in handcuffs. This time in front." she said as she held out the bracelets.

"Do you have to?"

"Yes." she said as she ratcheted the cold steel bands around her slim wrists.

"Follow me." and Karen obeyed, bowing her head slightly in humiliation.

They passed through several doors and into a small room where the wall was lined with solid pine paddles of every size and description, but all were two feet long, six inches wide and 5/8 inch thick, stained and varnished to a high luster.

One section featured English canes and birch rods. Another had thick leather straps with paddle-like handles and there were rattan and "High Tech" plastic models, but one group included beautiful thin hardwood paddles, many with holes and some personalized. Under them was a small sign, "+$50." Karen was drawn to the display as if it were magnetic.

"Oh! They're so beautiful!"

"Yes they are and they're $50 extra." Gwen announced.

"Yes."

"Well, they're worth it."

"Personalized?"

"With your name?"

"Yes."

"I want one of these." she said proudly.

"Which one?"

"Oh let me see..." she said as she scrutinized the group. Immediately she was drawn to an oak model with blond stain and beautiful grain.

"I want that one." she said, pointing with both hands as they were clamped together.

"With holes or without?"

"Which do you recommend?"

"The holes lighten it a bit. I'd recommend them."

"OK." and Gwen smiled slyly. "It's beautiful," Karen blathered on, "and if I have to be paddled it's going to be with that one."

"Certainly." and Gwen pulled the board from the peg by its leather lanyard, banging the wall slightly, and it made an almost bell-like sound.

"Oh," Karen smiled, "it sings."

"It certainly does, dearie, but nothing like you will." and she grinned to the young woman who would soon realize the holes were not such a great idea.

"Now we need to prepare you." said Gwen as she directed Karen through the next door and into a room where there was what looked like an electric chair with open trap-like clamps for wrists, arms and ankles as well as straps for neck, chest and lap, but a toilet seat hole featuring copper strips on the seat.

"Agh!" Karen recoiled, "What is that?"

"Now, don't be frightened. It's just an institutional enema chair. Sometimes clients don't cooperate."

Karen grew nervous as Gwen locked the door with a key. No one could enter or leave.

"Now take off your clothing and put on that short smock. You can hang your things on those hangers. I'll help you." she said as she removed the handcuffs.

Karen removed her jacket, then opened and stepped out of her skirt, unbuttoned her blouse and removed her panty hose.

"Put on this garter belt and these nylons. You can wear your shoes. Now stand in front of the chair." and Gwen directed and then she stood in front of her and said.

"Now step back carefully... A little more..." "Click!" the spring loaded clamp snapped shut on her left ankle. Gwen pushed her quickly and the right trap grabbed her right ankle. "Click!" Gwen pushed her down on the seat and forced her left arm into the wrist clamp, "Click!" and her right into its clamp, "Click." As she continued to push back the upper arm clamps closed around her biceps, "Click!" and "Click!" Now Karen felt cold steel holding her in six places.

"I!" she started to speak, but Gwen quickly cinched the lap strap, the two cross chest straps and finally drew the three inch wide neck strap saying:

"This is just for your safety, dearie." and Karen was too shocked to exclaim or ask, but now she knew that she was in trouble.

"I don't want this!" she started to yell. "Get me out of here! I'm going to sue you." she screamed and Gwen took a black hood from the back of the chair and put it over her head pulling the drawstring closed.

"Don't waste your air yelling, dearie. I'll remove that when you're quiet." She continued to scream for a minute, but then felt faint, her head drooped and she became silent while hands opened and closed, grabbing for things that were not there.

In her black void the terror of one about to be elec- trocuted or hanged raced through the young woman who had been so very confident only minutes before. She heard Gwen leave the room and then she became totally terrified and strained at the cold metal clamps.

The only sounds to be heard were her heavy, labored breathing and heart pounding, which she was sure could be heard outside the room.

Minutes passed and tears of fear flowed as she waited, but waited for what?

"What are they doing to me?" she wailed and sobbed while straining at the chromed clamps, but nothing would budge. She couldn't even turn her head in tight, itching leather collar.

The door opened and Gwen returned with a four quart enema bag loaded with epsom salt solution. The long hose and long rectal nozzle, greased with Vicks for easy inser- tion and rectal stimulation, were ready for work.

"Are we going to cooperate, dearie?" she asked standing over the spanking candidate.

"Yes, I will." she sobbed, "Please take it off. Please."

"One minute." said Gwen as she put the bag on the hanger on the back of the chair.

"Help me get this in and I will."

"In?" and then she felt the slick nozzle passing between her buttocks in search of her rectum.

"Just relax and let it in." but Karen was gripped with fear and could not.

"I can't" she wailed.

"You don't want to."

"No. I just can't."

"You will." and Gwen put her hand on the small transformer attached to the back of the chair.

"You're not going to like this my dear, but it will help." and she turned the switch.

"What are you doing?" but Gwen said nothing. Karen immediately felt a strange throbbing sensation through her buttocks. The copper strips were electrodes.

"Just a little juice." and Karen felt the alternating wave vibrate back and forth across her buttocks as she became stiff.  In a few seconds Gwen turned it off.

"Oh! Oh it's awful. I can't breathe when it's on!" Gwen quickly inserted the pipe before she had a chance to tighten and locked it in place under the chair. In a moment the fluid was beginning to flow.

"Please take it off." and Gwen removed the hood as the bag gurgled.

"Oh God. I'm beginning to feel sick." and some dripping was heard in the bucket.

"Bear down, you're leaking."

"I can't help it."

"Yes you can." and she turned on the alternator. Karen stiffened, clenched her teeth and made fists.  She was shaking in the clamps.  Gwen turned it off.

"Oh! Oh! I will. Please! I will."

The process continued for a few minutes and the bag was empty.

"Oh God, I can't take any more..."

"That's why we have to strap you in, but this will really clean you out."

"Why?"

"You don't want to crap all over yourself do you?"

"No."

"You would during the spanking if we didn't do this."

"Let it out please. Now!" she yelled so Gwen put the hood over her head.

"We have to wait five minutes, dearie."

"No!" she yelled under the hood, but then became quiet. Gwen left the room.

Alone again, and with an abdomen full of Epsom salt solution, Karen felt she had gone to Hell as unseen demons came to life in her mind and she began to fantasize the spanking and trembled in terror.

"Oh God, when?" and she waited a long time until her prayer was answered when Gwen returned, yanked off the hood and said:

"How are we doing, dearie?"

"Oh please..."

The older woman bent down to release the pipe and pull it out quickly with the expected result as Karen farted brown water into the bucket.

"There, now don't you feel all fresh inside."

"Yes." said a compliant, wiser Karen as Gwen began opening straps and clamps. She was virtually limp and the older woman helped her up.

"Oh God, I don't think I can walk." and there was no strut as she made her way to a bench by the wall.

On the table there were boxes from the store including all the components of her "Hooker" costume and with Gwen's assistance she got into the skimpy costume in a few minutes.

"I've never worn heels this high." she said as she pushed her foot into the right pump, tightened the Triple-T straps and put it on the floor. Soon the left was on her foot and straps adjusted. She stood.

"Oh my! I don't know if I can walk in these!"

"Sure you can."

"Can we get out of here?"

"The smell?"

"Yes." and she put out her wrists for the handcuffs without having to be told.

"You're learning."

Karen wobbled down the hall looking for all the world like a juvenile wearing "heels" for the first time.

"I'll never steal again." and Gwen said nothing.

"Why spank me?  What'll it prove?  Give me the lie detector test now." The older woman said nothing and they continued down the hall.

"Where are we going?"

"Your going into a cell for a while."

"How long?"

"Not long." as she opened the door to a small room with a built in cot.

"And be sure to read this." Gwen said, handing her a small booklet labeled "Aversion Therapy And Treatment."

Karen wobbled over to the small bed and sat as the door closed.

She crossed her legs noticing for the first time the exciting lines of her new shoes. Somehow, they didn't seem so painful. She knew they would be powerful attractants and doubted she could make two laps around the bed with Bob in hot pursuit. She remembered her mother's admonition, "You wear the right heels and men come like bees to honey." It always worked and she got him by going for an afternoon walk on Rodeo Drive in four inch heels. He came to her like he was hypnotized, but now she was in a tiny room waiting to be paddled and "pump power" wasn't working! She turned to the small book.

"Welcome to the Aversion Therapy And Treatment program. Soon you are going to be paddled and it is important that you follow instructions.

(1) Do not beg your spanker. He cannot change your program in any way.

(2) On your way to the spanking stanchion you should breathe deeply to over oxygenate your system.

(3) When you arrive at the stanchion you should say, "I want to apologize for having made this necessary." or "I want to thank you in advance as I may not be able to afterwards."

(4) Put your ankles in the clamps and they will close automatically. Continue deep breathing.

(5) Bend over the top bar and grab the handles below while putting your wrists in the open clamps. They will close automatically. Continue deep breathing.

(6) Your buttocks will be bared, or if you are wearing pantyhose they will be sprayed with alcohol-water solution.

(7) Spanking will be done slowly and you are expected to converse during the procedure.

(8) Failure to cooperate in any way will result in additional swats.

(9) When the treatment is finished you are to thank your spanker and he will tell you when you are to return for another session.

(10) You will be returned to this room for recovery and may leave at any time after.

Out in the hall she heard a muffled conversation and people walking. The only word she could make out clearly was, "Please?" Then a door closed, there was silence and then a muffled "splat!" and a muffled scream.

"Dear God!" and she stood and began pacing the room like a caged animal walking well in five inch heels.

Karen had been a dancer, was light, trim and toned. She always said she could handle any heel, but these were the tallest she had ever worn. Then she heard another muffled swat and scream. It continued for a long time and she thought she heard 10 or 12 swats. It was quiet. Very quiet and she began to wonder.

"What's happening?" and her heart was pounding.

There were footsteps in the hall. They stopped. A key entered her door! The handle turned slowly and her eyes were like saucers. She was terrified. The door opened and Jack Smith filled the frame. He was in shirtsleeves, no jacket, but well turned out with French cuffs and matching tie tack. His red tie stood out crisply on the white shirt.

"It's time." he said.

"Oh dear God!" she wailed and he clamped her left wrist, turned her around and clamped her right behind her. While she started sobbing.

"Now you can go quietly or we can drag you there, but you're going."

"I'm afraid."

"I know. Now come with me." and he put his hand on her upper arm.

"I can walk."

Suddenly a great calmness came over Karen as she marched down the hall to the spanking room. It was like a strange dream, but the coldness of her handcuffs and the pinching of her toes reminded her this was real and she was terrified. She stopped before the door and he opened it.

Inside the chromium stanchion stood, looking more like an exercise appliance that punishment appliance. He directed her to the ankle clamps and she gingerly put her right shin in open jaw and "click" it was shut. Then her left and she was locked in with another metallic "click."

"As he removed her handcuffs she remembered to say, "I want to apologize for having made this necessary."

"Thank you." he said politely and then opened the gift box on the table. The paddle was emblazoned "KAREN."

"Oh how nice!" she sang as he slipped into gloves and she gulped air.

"Bend over." he instructed, she hesitated, but complied and the two "click" sounds of the wrist clamps announced that Karen was ready for "treatment."

He raised her short skirt and sprayed her fanny with the alcohol-water mixture, returned the bottle to the table and took the paddle while she watched with mounting fear.

The aiming tap caused her to jerk and she tightened her buttocks, blinked and:

"SPLAT!"

Karen joined the group of those who have felt the power of the paddle. No great pain, initially, just a profound pressure, but then the stunned nerves recovered and began to respond, "Oh! Oh God!"

"Why are you here?" he asked.

"You caught me."

"Wrong answer."

"SPLAT!"

"Eyaooo!" she screamed. There was no hesitation on the second swat. The sting was immediate.

"You are here because you were stealing. And, have you ever stolen before?"

"No."

"SPLAT!"

"Aaooo!" she wailed as the stinging mounted fiercely and she started to gasp for breath.

"Oh please stop. Please. I'll never steal again. Never!"

"That's right. You'll never steal again." and the finely finished paddle flashed through the air.

"SPLAT!"

"Ahhh! Ohhh! Agh!" she undulated in the stanchion, as if she could free herself.

"SPLAT!"

"EEYAOOO!" and she began choking and gagging. Mucous was coming from her nose as tears gushed from her eyes and with what movement she could manage her heels were dancing on the floor. Karen would be an animal in flight, but she going nowhere and he waited for her to settle down. She sobbed and sobbed, but finally became still.

"Are we done?" she asked as he wiped her face with a towel.

"No."

"Oh please."

He said, "We're about halfway there." and she became hysterical, sobbing and crying, but he waited patiently taking a seat in front of her. In a few minutes she stopped struggling in the stanchion.

"What now?" she asked in a husky, cried out voice.

"Waiting until you're ready for the final phase."

"What is that?"

He rose from the chair, with paddle in hand and she moaned, "Oh no. Please..."

"I want you to recall the point where you entered the store today."

"No."

"WHAP!"

"That doesn't count." he announced.

"I'll do it!" she screamed.

"You're walking over to the counter where you stole the rings."

"Yes." she sobbed soulfully.

"And you look around."

"Yes."

"Tell me about it."

"Please." she begged.

"WHAP!"

"Oh God!" she screamed.

"Go on..."

"I walk up to the counter..."

"Yes."

"...and I ask the clerk to show me some rings."

"Yes."

"...and he does. Oh please you're not going to..."

"Go on!" he orders firmly.

"And I take one... Oh, I don't want to..."

"Go on!"

"And I slipped another one into my hand..."

"You stole it?" he asked and she sobbed deeply.

"Yes!" she wailed.

"WHAP!" "WHAP!" "WHAP!"

"Ahooo!" she wailed like an animal, jerking and pulling in every direction at the chromium plated apparatus holding her in position.

He stood there watching as she bawled for several minutes, gasping and choking on her own mucous and tears. Finally, she became quiet settling into a pattern of low breathy moanings.

"We're finished now, but I want you back here in one week. We'll give you a lie detector test to see if we've cured you of your compulsion and if we haven't, we'll do this again. Do you understand."

Karen could not speak clearly, but managed to nod and utter something that sounded like a gargled "Yes" so Jack Smith left the room and Gwen returned to remove her from the stanchion.

"How are you, dearie?" she said cheerily and Karen did not respond. In minutes she was wobbling down the hall in her "hooker" outfit carrying a shopping bag with her own clothing in it along with her new paddle as a reminder and who knows, maybe Bob will want to take up a new hobby when she gets home with a $700 bill for a little "AT & T."